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Kinktober day 1

Kakashi Hatake + Body and Cock worship

Happy first day of kinktober everybody!

I don’t really know the full timeline of Naruto, so this just takes place sometime before Kakashi became Hokage, so he could still take anbu missions. Readers a jonin, and has served in the Anbu, but doesn’t anymore. Reader used to be Anbu Leopard.

this is not proofread, enjoy anyways.

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It was late, and you were meant to be asleep. That of course didn’t mean you were. As a jonin, and former anbu, sleep didn’t come easy. You weren’t from a clan, which had made the climb to your status extra hard and had left you jagged and sharp edged towards the world around you. As a civilian, the Shinobi world was difficult. Not just because there were less to seek revenge when you died, but also because most of the clans ran everything. And even if they didn’t mean too, then they still looked down on civilians. It was why you had quite a soft spot for Kakashi’s student, Sakura.

You had been doing nothing much, simply sitting in your kitchen staring down at a formerly hot mug of tea. You didn’t even like this kind, but Kakashi did, and had stuffed way too much of it into your cupboards for when he visited. With a sigh you were about to stand up to pour it down the sink, when the smallest amount of chakra tickled in the back of your senses.

You may have been shirtless, but that didn’t leave you defenseless. The seals on the inner sides of each wrist flickered, and your beloved tekko kagi weighed comfortably around your hands, chakra adding speed and precision to your strike. It was only registered last moment what mask you were staring back at, Kakashi’s stupid hound mask.

The claws of your tekko kagi slammed into the wall, merely centimeters apart from your lovers masked face, leaving deep gouges in the wall. You were so making him pay for that, even if hed whine about it. “Kaka-“ you growled out, only for his glowed finger to press against your lips, making your brows furrow in annoyance. So, this was his game, huh?

Both of your hands were against the wall, caging your partner in, one hand buried into the wood by the claws of your favored weapon, as the other simply rested against it. Back in the day you had wanted to be different, to stand out from the clan members that surrounded you, so the tekko kagi became yours. It had led to quite a few teasing comments from more than just Kakashi when you became Anbu Leopard.

You squinted at him, and his teasing mirthful eyes could be felt even if you couldn’t so them. Kakashi’s hands both placed on your shoulders, slowly sliding down, drawing a pathway across the myriad of scars that littered your body. All shinobi had them, some more than others, and some came from training themselves bloody. Something you were quite guilty of, even nowadays.

The noise that left your chest could almost have been called a growl, or maybe more akin to the annoyed grumble of a big feline getting chewed on by some bumbling hound who’d decided they were friends. But you could never turn down the image of Kakashi sliding to his knees in front of you, making you lean your head against the wall so you could look down, truly caging him in.

There was more to his touches than just lust today, something more reverent and needy, like he needed to touch you to feel like himself. It had been a difficult mission then. It was something you recognized yourself. Some missions left you feeling less like a person and like you weren’t even in your own body, and you needed something to ground you. The self-inflicted crisscross of scars on your arms reminded you of what you used to do before you had Kakashi, back when you had yourself and only yourself. Of course, that was just what you believed, and now you know your comrades priced you just as much as the next. But old habits die hard.

All the thinking had distracted you long enough for you not to notice Kakashi sliding the casual pants you wore down, just enough to free the halfchub you had gained from seeing him down there. His mouth was warm and wet, like always, but there was something hungrier about the way he moved and suckled.

The hand not stuck in the wall reached down, a small flick of chakra sending your weapon back into its seal, carefully sliding into his silver hair. You couldn’t see his face, the mask had been pushed up so all you got to look at was the slow movements of your lovers’ head, and that painted porcelain face staring back at you.

Kakashi wasn’t pushing himself to get it going as quickly as possible like usual. He may seem all calm and laid back, but you knew how desperate he got when Kakashi was in the mood. The only thing keeping the Hatake from climbing you in public was sheer politeness, and some days you had a feeling even that was barely holding him back. You blamed those books of his. You had tried to read them once, planning to do a little roleplay for his birthday, but you couldn’t get into it. you still did it though, and Kakashi still brought I up when he was feeling extra needy.

The hand clenched into his hair, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt more than saw his mouth pop off your tip, just to lick down, following the veins down to your sack. You could feel his lips mouthing at you, tongue lapping at the skin he could find, the feeling of being not just licked but downright worshipped making your face red.

“K- Hound, what are you doing” you get out between gritted teeth, barely keeping yourself back from saying his name and using his title instead. Some days he just wanted to be Hound more than Kakashi, and who were you to judge.

Of course, he didn’t answer, as Anbu only spoke when absolutely necessary. Instead, his mouth just traveled further down, a jolt running down your spine as the tip of his tongue brushed against your taint of all placed. You almost wanted to slap him, because what the hell was that all of a sudden?

You caught yourself though, instead just wrenching his head back up by his hair, pulling him closer to your front again, where Kakashi thankfully wrapped his lips back around your shaft again. His bopping was more insistent now, like you giving him a nonverbal order got him into gear. A huff left you as you started rocking your hips, letting Kakashi do most of the work. You never really knew what to do when he got in these… almost worshipping moods. You didn’t feel like somebody worth worshipping, but Kakashi clearly did.

The heat gathering in your body was slow building, like a pot slowly heating up on low flame. When Kakashi got like this, he liked to go slow, to work you up before getting his price, as if he needed to prove himself worthy of getting. You would be happy to just fuck his face and get it over with, but Kakashi always got so nice and pliant afterwards and let you take care of him for once.

“Get ready” you grumble out, brows pinched together as you clench your eyes shut, teeth digging into the inside of your lips. Kakashi’s throat fluttered from what you knew was excitement, your silver haired lover burying his nose into your curls and humming, the first noise he had made all night.

You still wanted to smack him as your knees weakened, making you lean further against the wall as you spilled down his throat, Kakashi’s gulps just feeling like he was gloating. Past experience made you know Kakashi would stay like this all night if you let him, here on his knees against the wall with his mouth on you. That wasn’t good for him though, and of course you. The soft almost silent whine that came from him had you chuckling, pulling your lover to his feet, finally letting you see his slick mouth as his tongue flicked out to lick it clean.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, ruffling up his hair even more than before. “Come on Hound, if your fast ill let you lick the water off my body” you rumble, turning around and wandering towards the shower. His footsteps were completely silent, as always, but the small flickers in the chakra told you he wanted to shake out of his skin. Sure, it was weird to see the mask in the shower, or in bed, but who were you to complain. You were definitely forcing him to have a selfcare day tomorrow though, no questions asked.

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clashschamink · 11 months ago

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Training and Realization (Naruto Uzumaki x Male!Reader)

Summary: Naruto is feeling conflicted because he thinks he likes you, but is sure it's just a mix up, because he likes Sakura. Right? He realizes the truth during a training session, and he just knows he has to get to you. Pronouns: You/Yours, He/Him Warnings: None Word Count: 3.1k Request: Little Naruto Uzumaki feeling confused because he thinks he is in love with his male best friend but he insists that he likes Sakura, during his training with Jiraiya he realizes that who He truly loves is his mbf and in Naruto Shippuden he confesses. With a happy ending please 🙏 A/N: Requested by @teamavatar13 ! I haven't watched Naruto in a minute so I hope my memory of his attitude proved well.

Naruto was acting strange.

Well, if you were to ask anyone he was around, they would say he seemed perfectly fine. He was his cheerful self, always encouraging his friends to push themselves, asking to go out for dinner, or to just overall be together. He was optimistic, playful, and with a typical high energy.

The only person who thought Naruto was acting weird, was Naruto himself. He was sure since he noticed it, everyone else noticed as well, they had to! They didn’t.

Why was he acting so strangely? That’s the question he kept asking himself. Was he overworking? His training sessions didn’t seem to shift in difficulty recently, and he still had the energy to do any other tasks like usual. It couldn’t be that he was overworking himself, his friends would notice that. Did he eat something bad? This didn’t feel like some sort of food poisoning or just bad ramen, it definitely wasn’t bad ramen because there’s never bad ramen.

If there was nothing wrong with him, why did he feel his heart pounding through his chest, why could he hear it so prominently in his ears? His whole body felt hot, he almost wanted to pass out. His stomach felt weird, like it was shifting, or just moving, he felt sick.

Everytime he would have such symptoms, he would look to meet your eyes. When you noticed his gaze, you would look over. For someone who has the symptoms of an illness, he didn’t look very sick.

Naruto would quickly look away, trying to find anything to distract him. His face felt even hotter after the sudden eye contact and his hands would begin to fidget, why was he fidgeting? Why did he suddenly feel nerves shooting up his body? Why is it always with you?

You chuckled when Naruto looked away and shook your head, “We’re still waiting for Sakura, I really don’t know why she’s late.” You suddenly spoke, putting your arm around Naruto to pull him in a bit, “So, don’t look so sad.” You told him, pulling at his cheek gently with a teasing smile.

The two of you were sitting on the floor on one of the walls across from the famous ramen place, ‘famous’ because it was the only place you guys really ate anymore. It was going to be you, Naruto, and Sakura meeting up after training and tasks, but Sakura was keeping you both waiting.

Naturo groaned and pulled your hand off his cheek but he smiled when he rubbed at the sore area. “I’m not sad!” He defended, unconsciously leaning into your side, “I’m just hungry.” He excused, unsure if that was the true reason.

“You’re always hungry.” An annoyed voice called out from in front of the two.

You looked up lazily, arm still around Naruto's shoulder, your body nearly hunched over. “You’re late.”

“I was helping villagers.” Sakura explained with a playful roll of her eyes, crossing her arms. “If you guys were so hungry you could’ve just gotten your first bowls, you know you would’ve gotten more anyways.” She expressed, moving a bit of her hair out of her face.

With a sigh you stood up, hands in your pockets. “Little Naruto wanted everyone to be here first.” You teased, walking into the ramen restaurant, not giving the other two a chance to continue the conversation.

Sakura stuck her tongue out at your back, “He’s such a jerk.” She mumbled with a small smile, looking back at Naruto who was still sitting. “Come on, we’ll get you two bowls to start with!” She told him with a gentle smile, holding out her hand to the blonde.

Naruto didn’t realize he had been staring at your retreating figure until Sakura's hand reached out to him, blocking his view. He shook his head gently to focus and took hold of Sakura for assistance before letting go, following you in. He put a skip in his step before grinning, “I’ll keep you to that promise Sakura!” He yelled out before rushing inside, finding a seat near you.

Sakura tilted her head at the sudden energy boost from her friend. It wasn’t unusual for him to be excited about such a thing, but it wasn’t usual for him to just drop her hand immediately. She wasn’t necessarily upset with it, but she still found it strange. If she were to do that any other time, Naruto would’ve squeezed her hand, or he would’ve gotten extremely nervous, but he didn’t do that. He took it for help and dropped it to run inside.

After a moment of thinking about it she decided to shrug the thought off, she wasn’t worried about it. Even if her thoughts were along the lines of their process, she should be appreciative either way.

Inside the restaurant, the blue eyed ninja found himself more comfortable with Sakura there. He didn’t know why he had to feel more comfortable, but his heart slowed, his palms stopped sweating, he felt cooler. He felt as if he could enjoy the night, like he didn’t have to think, so he didn’t.

That night was the last night all of you had eaten together. That night was specifically the last night that Naruto stopped eating with you, stopped being around you completely.

You didn’t show much of a reaction to it at first, but Naruto wouldn’t have known, he hadn’t seen you since you all were together. Sakura, on the other hand, knew exactly how you felt. You may have kept a straight face and shrugged her off every time you asked, but she was still your friend.

The pink haired girl noticed your furrowed brows and slightly shaking iris’s when she told you that she was going to lunch with Naruto. You were so confused because you always heard of the plans from Naruto directly, when you asked Sakura she told you that “Naruto didn’t mention you.”

At those words you turned around and walked off, raising your hand in a half-hearted wave. You didn’t care, or at least that’s what you wanted everyone to think because Sakura could see the reality. Anyone would be able to know how you felt….your best friend just disregarded you, and hasn’t asked about you since. Anyone would be hurt to come to that conclusion.

Naruto thought that his nerves were because he had missed Sakura dearly, he was only really nervous when she wasn’t around. He came to that conclusion because of the way her presence calmed him, she brought him peace and he adored her for it. He adored her, that’s why everything felt wrong, because it got stronger so he needed to be near her.

He needed to be near her so he started inviting her to eat more often just with him. He began complimenting her more when there wasn’t a need for it, he tried to think of her more, he overexerted himself with energy to show Sakura that he wanted to be around her more. Naruto did all of this because he wanted the feelings to grow stronger, he wanted to ignite more passion. He wanted to be with her and feel more because of her.

So, why wasn’t he?

Eating with her is nice, it always is, but it feels like the usual. It’s peaceful, he eats and talks with her about their day, it’s just food with a friend. He didn’t feel any rush of emotions, he didn’t feel anything actually.

That realization hit him one day when he was walking with Sakura, he was dropping her off to her tasks while he was going to keep going to the forest, he had training to do. Sakura waved him off when they reached her destination with a smile, Naruto reflecting it a bit wider with a thumbs up.

He continued to walk, releasing a breath he didn’t actually know he was holding. “I don’t get it.” He muttered to himself, scratching the back of his neck once he reached the training area. He decided to get his head spun straight and focus, this would be a good distraction for him, a good time to get away from any feeling.

Barely an hour into the training session, Jiraiya was standing in front of him with a blank expression. His arms were crossed against his chest as he stared at Naruto, a bit of concern sparked in his eyes. The man sighed and ran a hand through his white hair, “You’re distracted.”

“What makes you say that?”

The mentor stared down at the boy who was drenched in water from the exercise he failed to execute, causing him to sink. Naruto was currently drying himself off, and was asking what made it look like he was distracted.

Jiraiya tilted his head with a raised brow, “What’s with you today?”

“Nothing!” Naruto answered, springing himself up from the ground, small droplets of water shaking from his hair. “I’m super focused!” He claimed with a smile, ready for the next exercise to try.

There was silence in response and Jiraiya didn’t even try to make a movement.

“Okay, I’m a little distracted.” He finally admitted, dropping back to the ground with a small frown.

The white haired man sat in front of Naruto, crossing his legs. He smiled, relieved that Naruto was being truthful. “What’s on your mind?”

Naruto huffed out a breath, running a hand through his wet hair as he hunched over. “It’s…” He paused, hissing through his teeth, “complicated.”

“Try me.”

There was another portion of silence until the blonde took a deep breath and let go. “I’ve been feeling overwhelmed?” He questioned his own words, putting his face into his hands, “That’s not right, I mean my stomach’s been twisting and turning, I’ve been feeling hot, I just…”

“You don't look sick.” Was the response to Naruto's words, Jiraiya looked the boy over, he looked fine. His complexion was normal, he was able to move, he just looked like he had a lot on his mind.

Naruto shook his head, “I’m not sick, I don’t think…” He trailed off, groaning as he grasped his hair, “It’s so complicated! I don’t know why my heart keeps beating faster, why my body feels like it can’t work, why my face gets hotter every day, I can’t figure anything out anymore!” He ranted out, leaning back so far to the point he was splayed out on the ground in frustration.

His mentor gently laughed and patted Naruto on his knee, “Ah, Sakura, huh?”

“What?” Naruto asked, sitting up halfway, supported by his elbows. “What about her?”

“I mean, you’re feeling this when she’s around, right?”

Naruto shook his head, “I thought it was because I missed her, but…I don’t really feel anything like that when she’s around.” He shrugged, “It’s like when I’m talking to you, I feel fine.”

The older man's brows furrowed, “But…when do you feel like this?”

“I don’t know! It just happens.”

“Are you sure you’re not around anyone else?”

Naruto tried to think, staring out to the water as he did. Everytime he felt that way, it disappeared as soon as Sakura got there, but why was he feeling it in the first place? Was there anyone else there when he felt that way? It was always him…and…you.

“I mean..I guess so.”

“Who?”

Naruto said your name with a small tilt of his head, “But, I don’t know what he has to do with anything, he was always there, we all hang out.”

The elder man scratched his head with a sigh, “Okay, hold on.” He paused, trying to find the right words to say, “You like Sakura?”

“Yes! Well, no! It’s.. I don’t think I ever really liked her like that.” Naruto stammered, sitting up fully as his face scrunched a bit in thought.

Jiraiya waved his hand, “Continue.”

Naruto hummed as he tried to think of how to word his thoughts, “I just admired her, I mean I still do.” He told him, “She’s one of my greatest friends.” Naruto explained with a small grin, “She’s intelligent and determined with everything she does, and I always want to be there for her to help her with whatever goals she has.”

There was a bit of silence, so Jiraiya pushed a bit, “But?”

“But that’s really it, I don’t feel anything else.”

His mentor nodded and adjusted his shirt, “What about…him?”

“You know, when I call him a friend I don’t mind but…something hurts.” Naruto answered honestly, bringing his hand up to clasp his chest.

“Hurts?”

Naruto nodded, “Like a pain in my chest, it just doesn't feel nice.” He answered, frowning a bit.

“Are you sure what you’ve been feeling isn't because of him?” The white haired man asked curiously, seeing no other option for the situation.

Naruto laughed a bit, letting go of his chest, before he could answer he thought about it for a bit. He did always feel his heart beating faster, his face flushing, and his body beginning to shake every time you were near him. He did sometimes look at you a bit longer, or want to be around you longer, but he’s always felt like that. Naruto shook his head, “No…” He trailed off as he continued to think about it, “I mean, he’s been there, but we…”

Jiraiya began to frown slightly at Naruto’s sudden spike of confusion. The man scooted forward and placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder, “Naruto, it’s not unusual to feel strongly about someone you’re close to, but sometimes those feelings can be more than platonic.” He spoke slowly, gently rubbing at his shoulder.

Naruto was silent, his head downcasted. Before Jiraiya could speak anymore, the boy stood and began to walk, “I’ll be back for training tomorrow, I swear.” He spoke before walking through the trees back to the village.

Jiraiya chewed the inside of his cheek before clapping his hands on his knees, “Hopefully that turns out alright.” He mumbled to himself before standing and brushing himself off.

You were currently meditating at the edge of town where anyone could find you if they needed you, you’d been doing it for a bit since you had no one to really be around for anything other than tasks. You took deep breaths, feeling your chest rise and fall, feeling your blood circulating through you. You were aware of your surroundings even though your eyes were closed, you were aware and alert.

When you heard footsteps, you didn’t think much of it, it could be a passing villager, they never bothers you. Since they never bothered you, you didn’t bother to open your eyes, they would pass and you would return to your sense of peace. Unfortunately, you couldn’t return to peace because the person stopped right in front of you.

You began to open your eyes, “What can I help wi-” Your question was partially cut off when you saw Naruto Uzumaki dripping with water in front of you. “You’re wet.”

Naruto scoffed a bit in disbelief at your observation, “I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks, and that’s the first thing you say?” He asked, a smile beginning to grow on his face as he pushed his hair back slightly.

You stood up slowly, “Maybe if you weren’t dripping with water I would be angrier.”

Your friend sighed, “I sank in the lake.”

You tried your best not to laugh but your hand covering your mouth proved inefficient.

Naruto shook his head, “I deserved that, I’m sorry.” He told you honestly, smile dropping, as did his hand in his hair. “That wasn’t fair to you.”

You tilted your head side to side, “I guess that’s a solid apology.” You hummed out, crossing your arms, “I hope your dates with Sakura proved worth it, you’re buying my food for a week.”

“Dates?”

You blinked at Naruto, eye twitching slightly as you walked forward and gently grasped his shirt, “You weren’t ignoring me for no reason, right?” You asked, eyes scarily wide, “You were going on dates with Sakura…right?”

Naruto laughed nervously and you felt your anger shoot into your nerves as you gripped his shirt a little tighter. The blonde waved his hands a bit, “Wait! Wait! I surrender, let me explain!” He pleaded, partially begged.

You let him go reluctantly and crossed your arms over your chest, tapping your foot on the ground. “Okay, explain.”

Naruto put his hand on his chest for a breath and gave you a wide smile. “Well, I was feeling nervous.”

“Nervous?”

He nodded, “My heart was speeding up, my hands were shaking, I was blushing a lot, I couldn’t find words, I couldn’t make eye conta-”

“So, you were just nervous around her and wanted to get over that?” You interrupted, trying to connect what was going on yourself.

Naruto shook his head, holding his hand up to tell you to just wait. “I wasn’t feeling all that with Sakura, I was feeling it when I was around you.” He spoke quickly, not letting you respond before he continued. “I know I’ve been going about it the wrong way, but I really didn’t know until someone basically pried my eyes open to see that I really like you!” He announced,. His voice getting a little loud, his eyes closed tightly. Once he finished his confession his breathing was heavy from all the breath he used up to say everything at once.

You were stood in shock, to the point your hands dropped to your sides. Once you came to your senses you smiled a bit, “Can you open your eyes?” You asked him, and he just shook his head quickly. You walked forward and gently cupped Naruto's face, causing him to screw his eyes shut even tighter.

A laugh escaped you and you gently shook his head with your hands on the sides of his face. When he still wouldn’t open his eyes you leaned forward, gently kissing his eyelids, “Can you please open your eyes?” You asked, pecking the bridge of his nose.

The blonde's face began to flush red as he slowly opened his eyes, his sights filled with you smiling at him. He reached his own hand up and gently cupped your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch, your face was warm.

“So, you like me too?” Naruto asked, gaze darting over your face for any other reaction from you.

You gently rolled your eyes and pulled Naruto's face closer, “I really like you.” You answered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The blonde kept his hand on the side of your face, the other reaching for your waist to pull you closer as he tried to deepen the kiss.

You pulled back, placing your noses together, “You’re still buying my food for a week.” You stated with a nod, rubbing your noses together.

Naruto laughed with a wide smile, “Deal.” He mumbled before pressing his lips to yours once more, he couldn’t get enough of you, and now he could have as much of you as he wanted.

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